Semua Bab THE ALPHA WHO HATED ME: Bab 11 - Bab 20

Chapter 12CELESTE POINT OF VIEWThe private jet touches down at exactly three in the afternoon. I watch through the small window as familiar buildings come into view. Home. Finally.Two months in Switzerland felt like a lifetime. Endless days of diplomatic meetings with European packs, discussing trade agreements and territorial disputes. Important work for a Beta's daughter, but mind-numbing compared to the excitement waiting for me here.My phone buzzes with messages as we taxi toward the hangar. Friends welcoming me back. Invitations to parties. Updates on everything I've missed.But there's one message that makes my blood sing with anticipation.*Welcome home, beautiful. Can't wait to see you. - R*Ronan. My future mate. The Alpha who's been promised to me since birth.I type back quickly: *Landing now. Meet me tonight?*His response comes immediately: *Always.*A smile spreads across my face. Two months apart has been torture. Video calls and text messages aren't enough when you

Chapter 14EVANGELINE POINT OF VIEWLunch comes too soon.I sit in the bathroom stall for an extra ten minutes, hoping the cafeteria will be crowded enough that I can slip in unnoticed. My stomach growls with hunger, but the thought of facing hundreds of staring students makes me sick.Since Celeste's return this morning, whispers follow me everywhere. In Chemistry, girls pointed and giggled behind their hands. In English, even the teacher looked at me strangely. Like I'm some kind of fascinating disaster everyone wants to watch unfold.Finally, I can't wait any longer. My next class starts in twenty minutes, and I need food if I'm going to make it through the rest of the day.The cafeteria buzzes with its usual energy when I walk in. The air smells like overcooked meat and teenage sweat. Students cluster around tables that have been theirs since freshman year. The social order laid out in perfect, predictable patterns.Alphas near the windows. Betas in the center. Omegas in the back

Chapter 16EVANGELINE POINT OF VIEWI don't sleep well anymore.Every night, I lie awake staring at the ceiling of my tiny bedroom, replaying the humiliation from lunch. Celeste's perfect smile. The laughter of hundreds of students. The way Ronan sat there and watched it all happen without moving a muscle.Tonight is no different. The clock on my nightstand shows 2:47 AM, but my mind won't quiet down. Won't stop replaying every cruel word and every moment of shame.When exhaustion finally pulls me under, the dreams begin.I'm standing in a place that doesn't exist in the real world. A forest clearing surrounded by trees so tall they disappear into misty darkness above. Moonlight streams down through the canopy, but it's not normal moonlight. This light is silver and alive, moving like water across everything it touches.The ground beneath my bare feet feels soft. Warm. Like it's breathing.I look down at myself and gasp. I'm wearing a white dress that flows around me like liquid starl

Chapter 18EVANGELINE POINT OF VIEW Principal Morrison's office smells like coffee and old leather. The walls are lined with diplomas and awards, each one a reminder of authority and order. But sitting in the hard wooden chair across from her massive desk, I feel anything but orderly.My hair is still damp from Celeste's water. My uniform sticks to my skin in uncomfortable places. The crescent mark on my wrist throbs like a second heartbeat.Celeste sits in the chair next to mine, her spine straight and her hands folded in her lap. She's fixed her hair. Smoothed her clothes. Even managed to cover most of the red mark my slap left on her cheek with makeup she borrowed from Madison.She looks perfect again. Untouchable.But I know better now. I felt her stumble. Saw the fear in her eyes.Principal Morrison studies us both with dark eyes that miss nothing. She's older than most of the teachers, with gray hair pulled back in a tight bun and lines around her eyes that speak of years deali

Chapter 20CELESTE POINT OF VIEW My face burns.Not from the slap.... though I can still feel the sting on my cheek where her hand connected. No, this burning comes from somewhere deeper. From the humiliation that sits in my chest like acid.I lock myself in the private bathroom near the senior lounge, the one only girls like me are allowed to use. The mirror shows what I expected. Red marks across my perfect skin. Hair disheveled from when she grabbed me. Makeup smeared from the fight.From the fight I lost.The memory crashes over me in waves, each one worse than the last.Standing over her with the water bottle, watching her face crumple as the cold liquid soaked through her hair. The satisfaction I felt in that moment. The rush of power.Then everything went wrong.Her hand connecting with my face so hard my ears rang. The way she moved, faster than any omega should be able to move. How she grabbed my wrists like they were twigs. How she threw me backward like I weighed nothing.